poems poetry texts
In 2004 I was finishing high school and the language teacher had asked us to read poetry. I was writing for years but only my closest friends knew. By one of those inexplicable one of my poems came at the hands of the teacher who kindly asked to see the leaves scattered for years roamed the pages and folders of my classmates. (I never had a sense of belonging to my texts, I agree with someone to read)
I was more than a week to collect the texts, to my surprise there were over 200. Put them in a folder and handed to the teacher. The following week, the teacher claimed that he had forgotten at home and I could go in the afternoon to look if it was not too much trouble. So I did, but to my amazement, oblivion was a pretext to talk me out of school. At that time offered to publish my writing, Chuck did not exceed 50 individuals and all that was left in my hands is the draft which is then printed edition.
I decided to post some of those texts here. Before I forget, the book is called "Labyrinth of Forget-Me."
Amid'm novae
I am a legend
a hurricane of ideas.
Infinite path through the gorge
in your arrogance.
Completed the magic
I shot your shadow, your eyes, your breath ...
I buried between silences
and my epitaph
was only the memory of which
was.
I am a legend
metamorphosis of
soul.
I am a legend
a hurricane of ideas.
Infinite path through the gorge
in your arrogance.
Completed the magic
I shot your shadow, your eyes, your breath ...
I buried between silences
and my epitaph
was only the memory of which
was.
I am a legend
metamorphosis of
soul.
With wet eyes
and sores to the bone
my pupils transparent
after the decline of asphyxia,
make out a landscape
rivers of poems,
dead forms
and a wildfire,
shooting
I threatened to call the shots.
A huge hole
morbid bottomless
doubtfully spiral
who bears the burden of a poem.
morbid bottomless
doubtfully spiral
who bears the burden of a poem.
I found myself walking among stars
flying in the hands of the fairies
suspended between nothingness
fell suddenly
the fumes of asphalt that I burned my bones
ashes were in my dreams
remain in the air,
in each molecule,
in each hole ...
aromas permeating my
delivering wishes
a flash of light seeps through a crack
I hope to bring hope
to think new thoughts
continue to walk among the stars.
flying in the hands of the fairies
suspended between nothingness
fell suddenly
the fumes of asphalt that I burned my bones
ashes were in my dreams
remain in the air,
in each molecule,
in each hole ...
aromas permeating my
delivering wishes
a flash of light seeps through a crack
I hope to bring hope
to think new thoughts
continue to walk among the stars.
I hope you enjoyed ...
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